Kamuy of the wind that carries our words,
Kamuy of fire that glows in every home,
hear this small prayer from the world of wires.
Once, our messages traveled
on foot, by boat, by smoke in the sky.
Now they ride on invisible waves,
faster than hawk, farther than salmon.
Yet still, a heart is a heart
and a name is a name.
Guard my name in this new village of light.
Do not let thieves or tricksters
steal the signs that stand for me,
or the numbers that open my stores.
When a stranger’s voice appears on my screen,
let my eyes see clearly
whether it is friend, trader, or wolf.
Guide my hands when I sign my mark
to agreements I cannot hold in my fingers.
Let me not promise blindly
what will shame or bind my family.
Kamuy of wisdom, quiet my mind
when pictures and noises
pull me in many directions.
Teach me when to close the lid,
to step outside,
to feel real wind and see real sky,
so my spirit does not forget
the old paths and the living world.
I remember the children and elders
who walk in this digital forest
with less knowledge.
Help me to walk beside them—
to warn of hidden pits,
to share good tools,
to keep them from harm.
May my words on every screen
be like good footprints in the snow—
clear, honest, leaving no hidden traps.
Kamuy who hear all things,
bless this day’s going online and coming offline,
that they may be part of a life
that honors people, land, and the unseen.
*('Kamuy' is the Ainu word for "spirit,"similar to the Japanese word, "kami," but somewhat broader in scope, more active, interactive)“
AI‑assisted creative work: This litany is an imaginative parody pastiche using generative AI. It imitates the public persona of [Ainu culture] for commentary and devotional reflection. It is not created by or affiliated with [Ainu culture], and should not be taken as his real views or words.”
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